*All Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I couldn't do any of this without my my fantastic beta's Lolafalana and Twilight-is-Lovee*
Sorry it took so long. I had to make sure everything was perfect. The next chapter won't take so long now that I have the idea flowing better. I had to get the perfect Edward and now he is. Very, very, perfect. Quite yummy in fact. Now I'll wipe the drool and let you read about yummy Edward. Bella has her hands full that is for sure. Or maybe he has his hands full? I guess you'll find out ;)
AND...In the mist of my rush this morning I put up the unedited chapter. OOPS!!! This is now the correct one. I am having no luck here.
Previously...
While Alice was making her purchase, I walked around in a daze. I was tired, my legs were aching, my feet hurt, and I was at an increased risk to be clumsy. That was never a good combination for me.
It was then it happened, the inevitable and worst case scenario. I tripped over some unseen item and before I could react, I was headed towards the floor. I closed my eyes and tensed, bracing for impact, but it never came. It took me a moment to realize I was against something, no, not something but someone, and they were holding me against them. I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Andrei, Andrei who?
He helped me up and held my arms for a moment as I stared at him wordlessly.
"Are you okay Miss?"
I would have answered him except I was so caught off guard by his looks I was speechless. Not to mention he had called me "Miss." Alice would get a kick out of that. In the mean time, I needed to answer him and not look like I was a mute.
"I'm sorry?" I questioned him while I still tried to comprehend what he had said. I knew his mouth moved, but damn if I got past the shape of his lips. They were full and looked soft; I bet he was a wonderful kisser. I wouldn't mind finding out.
He smiled and I noticed how the side of his mouth curled up. Now that was truly sexy and I didn't even think he was trying. He had a cute little dimple. My eyes roamed up his flawless porcelain skin to meet his emerald eyes.
I loved green.
He took that moment to interrupt me from my appraisal.
"I asked if you were okay," he clarified.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, yes I'm fine. I trip over things all the time." I realized what I said and was mortified. Not only because of what I said, but because he had caught me scoping him out. Smooth, Bella! I couldn't believe I just told him that. I felt my face turn red as he laughed softly while he looked down. I think he was trying not to embarrass me.
"I mean, I . . . I tend to be a little clumsy sometimes and I get distracted easily."
He looked up at me in surprise at my words. I felt myself blush further as he smirked.
Oh crap! I did not just tell him that. I wasn't making myself look any better. I shook my head in shame and looked down. He chuckled again lightly and then finally spoke, "Well, feel free to trip over me anytime."
I gulped and looked up to meet his gaze. He winked at me just as Alice walked up. He was flirting? I took a moment to look him over. He was tall; taller than me anyway. At least six foot and lithe, but he was strong. I couldn't tell the color of his hair other than it was dark. It was buried under the grey Hugo Boss beanie he wore. He was wearing a snug fitting long-sleeved shirt that hugged him nicely. I couldn't help but notice his chest; was that a nipple piercing?
"I would be careful on the escalator," he teased me playfully, effectively bringing my attention back to his face.
"I'll take the elevator," I replied back, amazed he was so playful with me. He was actually really nice from what I could tell, along with a few other things I could list.
"Lucky elevator," he said as he turned and started to walk away. I glanced at his ass. I couldn't help it. And yes, it was magnificent as I expected. Alice stood beside me with her mouth open. I patted it shut.
"Let's go."
Alice followed me and flashed me a look. I knew it was coming because she stared at me like I grew a second head.
"I don't know what has gotten into you Bella, well I mean besides . . ." I glared at her. Alice shrugged. "I just mean him and then flirting with this guy. I am glad you're finally opening up. I just never expected you to be quite so open."
I hit her with my purse.
She laughed. "Okay, so you tripped over him; there are worse things. At least he was man candy."
He was a lot more than man candy. He should have been a candy cane. I would have loved to have licked him like one. Where had my mind gone? It was in the gutter all of the time now-a-days. I thought back to Andrei and sighed. It was a depressing thought. I had really hoped we could see more of each other. I guess it was better I found out when I did.
I felt Alice elbow me.
"Don't you start getting depressed, he was a man whore. He doesn't deserve your time."
"I know. It doesn't mean he wasn't a fine man whore. I can't help but think about his wife. I mean think about it, Alice. I can't be the only one." I shivered at the thought. He probably used woman like Kleenex. Why was I even thinking about this? I didn't want to remember him.
"Good thing you used a condom."
I smiled at her. I had no idea in the future, that one single event was going to make my life hell for so many reasons. It's a good thing I had such good friends. I was going to need them. If I had any idea what was coming, I would have jumped from the closest building and saved myself some misery.
I settled back into my usual safe routine for a week until the girls talked me into going back out. I played it safe that time; minimum alcohol for me. I was heading back from the restroom when they both stopped talking and Rose shut her magazine and smiled.
"What did I miss?"
"Nothing," she insisted.
I could read her like the back of my hand, not to mention Alice had guilty written across her forehead. I could be a little slow at times, but I wasn't stupid. There is a difference.
"Yeah, what are you up to? What's in the magazine?"
Alice sighed and shook her head.
"You might as well tell her Rose, it's not like you aren't obvious or anything." Alice rolled her eyes at Rose as if she were innocent. I tried not to laugh.
Rose opened the magazine and slid it over to me. I inhaled sharply as I took in the Armani add. Just what I needed tonight. Andrei's beautiful face graced the page. I closed the magazine and nodded.
"Nice picture. I need a drink." I stood and headed to the bar.
"Bella, wait, don't be upset. He's an asshole," Rose cried and followed me. At least she got that part right. I turned to respond—a huge mistake for me and my klutziness—and tripped. I caught myself on a chair but my purse didn't fare as lucky. Fortunately it stayed closed.
I sighed and bent down to retrieve it only to be greeted by an outstretched hand. I was about to to look up but before I could I heard his silky voice.
"I assumed escalators were dangerous for you, but it seems mere floors are a hazard as well. I wasn't even around this time."
I couldn't fight the smile that crossed my face. Of all the people, in all of the places, it couldn't be . . . I looked up, grabbed his hand, and stood. It could be.
"We've got to stop meeting like this. If you keep doing this, eventually you're going to get an injury; you'll have to go to the Emergency Room and then what will you do?" he teased.
I smirked. "I'm used to it. "
"You must have good insurance."
"Only the best," I replied. We were both totally ignoring that fact that Rose was standing beside us and looking at us like we were crazy.
"Cullen!" Emmet yelled. I turned toward his booming voice. It was kind of hard to ignore, not only was he large but he was loud. I had not even realized he had arrived. I looked and saw that Jasper was making his way to Alice. He waved at us as he passed.
Emmett slid his arm around Rose and slapped the gorgeous man in front of me on the arm. He still had not released my hand.
"What's up Edward? I didn't plan in seeing you here," Emmett said as he looked down at our hands. He turned to me and smiled.
Smug bastard.
"I didn't plan on it, but at the last moment I figured why not."
Edward . . . so that was his name. I noticed he was gently massaging my fingers as he talked. He had very soft hands. He was obviously someone who liked intimate contact.
Rose smirked at me and leaned to my ear. "I don't know who he is but he is hot!"
Hell yeah he is!
As he talked to Emmett, he looked down and released one of my hands. I noticed that his eyes were on me. I smiled slightly and wondered why he still held my other hand. He didn't seem interested in letting go, not that I minded.
Rose giggled beside me and leaned to my ear again. "It looks like someone has taken a liking to you, Bella."
While he was distracted with Emmett I checked him out again. I could see his hair tonight. It was an odd dark brown, almost copper color. It looked like it had red in it when it hit the light just right. I liked that it was unruly and it fit him. It looked like he had run his hand through it upside down several times. It was the perfect bed hair. Most guys would pay for their hair to look so perfect; his probably always looked this way. He just had "the luck."
He was wearing a long-sleeved, slightly loose fitting black shirt. It had some sort of design on the front that I didn't pay much attention to. I did notice the jeans that fit perfect in all the right places, and the black boots. This guy was just sin walking on two legs. I bit my lip while I fantasized about all the naughty things I would do to him, before I realized everyone was quiet.
I felt Rose elbow me. Huh?
I looked at her and realized I had totally missed out on the entire conversation. I had a feeling this was really not a good thing at this moment. Especially if I wanted to look like I wasn't scoping him out, which I completely was.
"Edward asked if you wanted something to drink," Rose informed me while she pushed me forward. Then she and Emmett walked off. Rosalie turned back to wink at me as I looked back at her confused. I might have known that if I wasn't so busy checking him out. Crap!
I turned back to him and he laughed. "You didn't catch that?"
"Sorry, no."
His eyebrow shot up and he smiled. "Would you like a drink then?"
I didn't know what to say. I was hesitant after Andrei, but at the same time this guy was different. He seemed to sense my inner struggle and stepped back to release my hand.
"Coke, perhaps?" he suggested with a small smile.
I nodded as he shook his head and turned to head toward the bar. I didn't know how he knew I was conflicted, but I was glad he did. As he returned to me, his body was relaxed. I noticed how graceful he was, how sensuous. He reminded me of a tiger, a big beautiful exotic white tiger with big green eyes. I knew I had quite the imagination. It was part of the reason why I was always so creative.
He handed me my drink and led me to a table. I didn't object to sitting alone with him. I had hoped we could talk, perhaps I could get to know more about this beautiful man. He sat across from me and placed his beer on the table.
"You know Emmett?" I questioned before I thought it through.
He looked at me, puzzled for a moment, then smiled. His bright teeth shone even in the dim light.
"I suggest we start from the beginning. I'm Edward."
I laughed when I realized we never were introduced.
"Bella," I replied while I toyed with my glass. I tried to keep my eyes on him but he was too damn gorgeous. I noticed on the lower right side of his neck I could just barely see something black on his skin. It made me wonder if he had a tattoo.
"Well, Bella. Yes, I know Emmett. I'm his Sifu."
My eyes flitted back up to meet his. "His what?" I raised a curious eyebrow.
He drew in a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable. He looked utterly delicious.
I wonder how he would feel about bending me over the table?
I mentally scolded myself when I realized what I was thinking. I was so naughty when he was around. I took a drink of my coke and smiled at him.
"Emmett is in my class. He's been taking Kung Fu from me for several years."
I realized what those yummy, pouty lips were saying and could have wet myself.
Oh. My. God!
He was Emmett's teacher? OhGodinheaven!!!
Emmett always came to pick up Rose all sweaty and tired. He always said he was worn out from class. Rose told me she had never been to a class, but she would pay to go because a lot of the time they removed their shirts. I could just picture Edward without his shirt.
"Really? How long have you been interested in the martial arts?"
"Kung Pow."I added with a little hand chop.
I couldn't believe I did that.
Edward smirked and raised one perfect eyebrow. I could see he was trying not to laugh at me. I really didn't know that much about martial arts, except what I had seen on television. I did know different types and a few minor things. Emmett had given me a lesson one night.
"Since I could walk," Edward said, his emerald eyes were burning with excitement and happiness. "It's my calling."
I knew what he meant, because designing my cakes felt the same way to me. It was like a state of catharsis that I couldn't get any other way.
"I understand. I own my own cake shop and it's my calling."
Oh, God. My stomach flip-flopped when he moved forward and leaned on his hand. He smiled, a slow, sensual smile that made me want to melt in a puddle on the floor. The man was made to give women fantasies. Truly.
"Good thing I have a sweet tooth," Edward purred with a voice as smooth as velvet. My mouth suddenly went dry. It just got extremely hot in here.
The man was a menace—damn him! Stupid, sexy, hot hunk of man! Why does he have to be so handsome? There was a sudden tension in the air. It was impossible not to feel the heat that radiated from him, especially with his looks and his sexuality. I think I could get lost in his eyes forever. I inhaled, licked my lips, and glanced at his neck again. I was really curious if it was a tattoo. I was almost certain it was and I wondered what it could be.
"What made you so interested in Kung Fu?" I asked to try and keep my eyes on his face.
"My father was in the military, we moved around a lot." He paused and looked down thoughtfully. "He was stationed in China for a while and he really liked the style so he began to take classes. He started me before he passed."
I realized what he said and felt a twinge of guilt.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. I've learned to accept his death as a part of life. I know he is in a better place." Edward shifted and ran his palms on his jeans. My eyes followed.
Sweet Jesus, he is beautiful. I felt flames of arousal erupt all over my body. He wasn't even talking sexual and here I was with my head in the gutter again. I am so terrible! I was interested in his life and why he chose to teach. I wanted to get to know him. I hated that my thoughts were drifting.
"So"—I shook my head—"you like teaching then?"
Edward spread his hands on the table and caught my gaze.
"Yes, I do. The style I teach, Hung Gar, is very difficult. It's a lot of strength training and hand to hand combat. It's a southern style the tiger and the crane."
The tiger, huh?
I enjoyed the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about his art. It was obvious he enjoyed it. I didn't know much about it, but I had seen several exhibitions and I remember Kung Fu as being a very beautiful art.
"Do you teach women?"
"Are you interested?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.
I blushed and looked down at my coke that was sitting neglected; the ice had started to melt and I could care less. I thought about me in his class. I couldn't even imagine me trying to learn. I was so uncoordinated I would probably wipe out his entire classroom. On the other hand, seeing him without a shirt would be enough to make me consider it.
"Now, Edward," I said with a grin, "you have seen my coordination."
"If you fear the classes you should try one. Trust me, I wouldn't let you get hurt," he replied, reached over, and rested his hand on mine.
I looked down at our hands and back up at his face.
"Do you have a tattoo?"
It was probably forward of me to ask but it was driving me crazy. A lazy grin spread across his face and he released my hand.
"I do."
"What is it?"
"A tiger."
How Perfect.
"Is there a reason?"
He smirked.
"In China they believe a tiger brings good luck. In my art the tiger is a powerful fighter. I suppose it kind of reminds me of myself. I've had to overcome a few things in my life."
I didn't ask him what. I could see in his eyes there were some things he wasn't ready to tell me. I knew if we got to know each other better then perhaps he would in time.
"Can I see?"
I couldn't believe I asked him that. I knew he would have to lift his shirt, and I would get a fantastic view of what he was hiding underneath. Something told me it was scrumptious.
Oh, please take it off very, very slowly!
He stood without a second thought and lifted his shirt completely off. I gasped when I realized the enormity of it all. The tattoo was a tiger, and not just any tiger, but a perfect golden tiger with emerald eyes that were almost the same color as his. The design started at his low slung jeans, covered his entire right side, and its tail wrapped around his shoulder and part of his neck. It was absolutely beautiful.
I felt my breath hitch.
Oh God!
As if he didn't take my breath away already, I was right, he had a nipple piercing. I licked my lips and lost what remained of my control. I couldn't help it. I reached out and ran my fingers over the tiger's life-like face, which happened to rest on his abdomen. God, I wanted to lick him so bad.
Edward trembled.
My eyes darted up to meet his. I didn't know if he didn't want me to touch him or if it was something else—until I saw the look in his eyes. They were glazed over with pure desire. I didn't know how to react to him. I hadn't expected that reaction, I had practically attacked him. I whimpered softly while biting my lip and I forced myself to sit back. He stepped closer, and I felt my heart begin to race as he invaded my personal space. I looked up to see into his eyes but he was cast in shadow, hidden from my gaze. What I could see was the side of his face from the bright lights of the bar behind him. He was looking down at me and seemed to be in deep thought, though I couldn't be sure.
He suddenly stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. I would be lying if I said I didn't wonder what he was thinking at that moment. He was probably thinking I was quite free with my hands.
I looked down and blushed. I was such an idiot. How did I think I was ever going to get someone nice to like me, if I was always throwing myself at them?
"I'll be honest with you. It's been a while since I've dated. I guess . . ." He sat down and slid his hands in his pockets. He seemed so shy all of a sudden; very unlike the Edward from a moment ago. His eyes met mine. "I guess I kind of have a theory."
That was random. I looked at him curious . . . okay I'll bite.
"What theory is that?" I questioned in wonder. I wasn't sure if he was going to answer me. He seemed timid almost. I wanted to pull him into my arms and hold him.
"I've always been very focused, very determined. Women don't seem to understand me. I think I'm too dedicated to my work. My theory is when I find peace within myself I will find my inner happiness."
"You aren't happy with yourself?"
"Happy? Yes, but I'm not a peace. I can't explain it because I don't understand it myself. It sounds crazy I know but . . ."
I knew exactly what he meant. I smiled and nodded.
"Doesn't sound so crazy to me."
"Bella, I like you. I would really like to see you again," He watched me silently and waited for an answer. He seemed to be holding his breath.
Wow! Just Wow!
I can't believe I was sitting there in front of this gorgeous guy and he was telling me that he wanted to see me again. Could he be more perfect? I laughed softly, feeling truly happy inside for the first time in a long time.
"I would like that."
He smiled a genuine happy smile.
"Tell me more about you Bella; your lips are beautiful I like to watch you speak."
Oh. My. God!
Seriously?
He was obviously over his moment of temporary shyness. He wanted me to speak after that? All I was thinking about was the uncomfortable feeling between my legs that I suddenly had. How could I cross my legs without being obvious?
I was so glad the bar was cool, because I knew my temperature spiked a few degrees, not to mention the flush I wore on my cheeks. I was not ruled by my hormones, really, I wasn't, and Edward was not that jerk, Andrei. It didn't matter though, I wouldn't let my guard down so fast—even if he was pretty.
I wasn't sure if he thought I would or if he was testing the waters. He didn't seem to be pushing it any further.
He reached out and touched my arm. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I was thinking about something. Where to start? I'm twenty-six. I've been making cakes since I was little. I started with mud-pies like most kids." I grinned.
Edward laughed at me. He was so cute when he laughed.
"It got better with time, now I use real flour and you can actually eat them. It's all pretty boring really."
"I don't know about that, making cakes sounds fascinating. I used to watch a television show, where they would compete to make the best cake. It was amazing the things they came up with. It's such precision work. I'd love to learn."
I was shocked and felt my jaw fall open.
"Really?" He watched that show?
"Yes, I love to cook. You seem surprised."
"No, I . . . okay. Yes, I am surprised. You love to cook? I wasn't expecting that." I did find that surprising. He was full of surprises now wasn't he? Gorgeous and he cooks—nice. Now I was most certainly interested in this man.
"I watch some shows on television to get some ideas. I find some recipes off of the internet. It's just fun to cook them up and try them. Why not have fun in the kitchen, I say?" He smirked at me. "My mom always had me in the kitchen with her. I got teased as a kid, but I am glad she did it now. I don't know any men who cook. I know there are, but not in my immediate circle."
Edward cooking? I didn't need the visual. I. Was. In. Love!
He quizzed me on my cakes and I quizzed him on his cooking. It was very interesting to say the least, he wasn't kidding—he knew a lot about cooking. It wasn't something you could fake and he wasn't.
I hated to have the evening end but I had plans the next morning. I had to get an early start on a cake. I was an admitted workaholic but I hadn't planned on meeting him.
He was unplanned, unexpected, and very welcomed.
We leaned on my car but I did not get in. I bit my lip in silence. I think both of us were trying to think of what to say. It wasn't like I didn't know what he wanted but saying it was different. Everyone knows how awkward it gets at the end of that first night.
"I have a dog." I said out of the blue. Probably not my best move, but hey it was something.
He looked at me and nodded.
"Really, tell me about your dog."
"Her name is Princess and she's a French Bulldog. She's so sweet." I smiled at him.
He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. I looked at him oddly.
"What's so funny?"
"I don't know, I guess I never imagined you with a French Bulldog . . . then there is the Princess bit. You kind of put that name with dainty and a French Bulldog isn't really dainty."
"My baby is too dainty," I disagreed in a huff.
He smirked. "I bet she is."
"She is. My baby is a sweetheart; you have no idea."
He continued to grin and leaned closer to me; his eyes fell to my lips.
"A real sweetheart huh?" he asked and rested his hands on either side of me.
I swallowed hard, looked up at his beautiful face, and my hands fell beside me. I didn't know why I wasn't nervous. It was actually more of a feeling of anticipation. Edward was nothing like my usual type, he was all wrong and oddly enough that was what made him so right. I also didn't know why my friends had left me alone all night but they did. Rose and Alice must have left early, that's the only way Alice would have left me alone. I knew her too well. Rose probably planned that. I'd thank her later.
I felt his warm breath on my face and my attention was back on him. He smelt so good. I had never been around anyone like Edward and to be honest I kind of liked him. He was different and unique. He leaned closer and I found myself holding my breath. I had so many butterflies in my stomach I thought it might explode.
"Bella," he said breathily.
"Humm?" I moaned and closed my eyes. He didn't have to ask at this point; just take it, because I was caving very quickly. I was so pathetic.
"Can I get your number?"
"What?"
My eyes flew open.
Edward smiled at me mischievously. He knew exactly what game he was playing.
Well shit!
Now that I was so obviously hormonally frustrated. Irritating! Good-looking! Sexy! Man! Grrr . . .
I think I growled at him. Oops. I feigned a smile and reached in my purse for my phone. It found its way out and tumbled onto the ground. We both reached for it simultaneously and yeah, it happened. We ran right into one another, I knew my luck wouldn't hold out too long. I grabbed my head and he did the same. It would have been comical if it weren't so embarrassing.
"Are you okay?" he asked and lifted my cheek with his warm hand. I thought I would pass out. I knew one thing: I would definitely have a headache.
"Yes, I'm okay."
We both went to lean down again and he held his finger up.
"Stay, I've got it."
How embarrassing! I bit my lip and looked away. Well at least the night had started out good. I had avoided any injury and I didn't fall on him or anything. I watched as he pushed a few numbers and his phone rang. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Got it."
"Yes," I replied, saying nothing else.
Edward handed me my phone and leaned back around me as if we had never parted.
"What kind of cake are you making in the morning that is so important?" He seemed curious.
"Wedding, most of it is ready it's just a few minor details that have to be done right before. It has to be really special, I prefer to make it that way."
He nodded. "I understand that is an important cake. I know you'll make it wonderful."
I laughed at him.
"I hope so. I really should go it's getting late and I . . ." I trailed off.
He looked down for a moment then back up to my face. I noticed he was closer now but still not close enough. I couldn't finish my sentence.
"Bella, tonight was incredible spending time with you—I—" I didn't realize we were moving closer together as he spoke. I realized how close he was now. He was mere inches from my face, and was smiling slightly, but I could see it was fading and his eyes were looking down at my lips. He was feeling the same pull that I was. I could see his breathing coming faster.
I lifted my shaky hands and rested them on his chest. Edward glanced down, his tongue darted out to wet his lips and his eyes were back on me. His hand slid into my hair. It was magnetic, my body was on fire. He could have stripped me there and I would have said yes. How does he do that?
I felt his nose running along my jawbone and inhaled sharply. I couldn't help but grip his chest. He moaned, pressed me in to the car, and his strong, hard body felt so good against mine. I wanted him.
"God, you feel amazing," I said breathlessly.
His warm hands cupped my face gently.
"I don't want to move too fast Bella," he said, seemingly to try and convince himself. I attempted to breathe slowly because calming myself at this point was out of the question. My stomach was in knots and my panties were soaked.
Yeah, he had me.
"Yes," I agreed as my eyes fell closed. "So warm," I whispered without a thought to what I even meant. He didn't want to move too fast, but I certainly didn't care right then. My body had other ideas.
His lips fell against mine; soft, warm, and inviting. I moaned, opened my mouth, and welcomed him. I couldn't help it. He was like ambrosia and I was already growing addicted at just this little taste. This certainly wasn't helping with the liquid heat growing between my legs. I ran my hands up his firm chest, enjoying the curves of the muscles I felt beneath. His strong hands slid around my waist and pulled me tightly against him. I could feel every hard curve of his body and I do mean every one. He definitely wanted me. God, he felt good.
He groaned and pulled himself back.
"I'm sorry," he cried and backed away with a wary look. "Please forgive me."
I'm going to spontaneously combust!
"No, it's fine Edward." I was confused but I wasn't going to press the issue. He wanted to be a gentleman and he was right. I wanted to wait. I was just letting my body overrule my mind right now. If he wasn't so gorgeous it wouldn't be so hard.
He smiled slightly seeming to accept this.
"You are just so beautiful. I was raised better than to treat a woman like that. I hardly know you."
I laughed, he really was sweet.
"Yes, we'll save it for next time," I teased.
He looked stunned and then laughed with me when he caught on.
"I should let you get home. You have a wedding cake to make in the morning." He stroked my cheek lightly brushing my hair back over my shoulder.
So tempting.
"I do."
"That's their line," he teased.
I smiled at him.
"Goodnight, Edward."
I turned and unlocked my door getting in my car. He shut my door for me and waved. I waved back. He didn't need to tell me when he would call or if he would. It was kind of an unspoken thing. I knew he would and I couldn't wait to see what happened when he did.
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